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[Gaterhyme]

"Well, I can't say I didn't get that impression, too. You two are pretty inseparable sometimes."

He suddenly seemed amused.

"I don't think she'd be terribly pleased to hear you told me about her caring for her mother. Doesn't she have a reputation to uphold?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Bertholt simply smirks.
"Oh, a priest must have some way of enjoying himself a little. I'm sure her reputation will survive intact."

[Sirus]

: "Yeah...I was," the musician responded, honestly a little surprised that Martyn had remembered that tidbit. "Y'see, there was a garrison just outside of our village, not far from Father's mill. I'd watch the Izzarran soldiers as they went about their drills, but more importantly I would watch and listen to the company musicians. I thought they were just about the coolest people in the world."

The young woman smiled at the memory while examining the instruments and knickknacks on display. It occurred to the bard that this was one of the first times that her old revolutionary partner had asked questions about her (rather mundane) past.

: "So, being all of ten years old at the time I thought there was nothing I wanted to be more than a musician, lifting spirits and steeling resolves in glorious battle. I gathered some sticks and some flat stones, shingles, whatever would make a decent banging noise, and played along with the military band whenever I had a spare moment. Basically I just learned by example."

[Lucus Casius]

  "No formal training at all?  You must have a rare talent for music, then."

  "Even ignoring the magic, I can't really say I've ever heard anything quite like it.  There's a certain energy to it, or a focus, I can't fully describe.  But I've never met a musician who really compares."

Martyn shrugged, peering at a scrap of cloth, a ribbon, and what looked like some sort of rabbit's foot within a case.  A mystery as to why these things were here with the rest of it.  And yet, he had the strangest compulsion to try buying them.  Oh well.

  "It's something to be proud of.  Even if the drumming might occasionally be a little..."

[GiglameshDespair]

The CHilcinnean sniffed the drink cautiously. It smelt strong and fruity, kind of sweet, a little bit like apples starting to spoil.
"A blood oath, huh. Ain't done nothin' like that. Someone's word ain't worth nothin'. Either they do or they don't. Words got nothin' to do with it."
She chuckled when the flirting was mentioned.
"Yeah, I noticed that she 'ad an eye on yer. Seems like a pain in the ass."
"Unless yer into that, I guess."
With a single motion, she upended her cup as she swallowed the lot. She let out a short breath.
"Woo! That does 'ave a bit o' a kick. Another!"

[Swordstar]

Sharne mumbled something and then swallowed the rest of her drink.

"It is what it is. I've got that on one side and then Kaldach trying to kill himself on the other side. It's an adventure. But what about you? You've got Bertholt to protect, no? At least he's not charging into battle."

[Blade Master Model 42]

The bartender stared in horror as Roux emptied her cup in one go, and then at Sharne as she followed suit. To his credit, he did pour them each another serving.

[Swordstar]

Sharne knew better though, having had this drink before. Instead, she pushed it over to Roux in case she wanted it.

[Sirus]

  "No formal training at all?  You must have a rare talent for music, then."

  "Even ignoring the magic, I can't really say I've ever heard anything quite like it.  There's a certain energy to it, or a focus, I can't fully describe.  But I've never met a musician who really compares."

Martyn shrugged, peering at a scrap of cloth, a ribbon, and what looked like some sort of rabbit's foot within a case.  A mystery as to why these things were here with the rest of it.  And yet, he had the strangest compulsion to try buying them.  Oh well.

  "It's something to be proud of.  Even if the drumming might occasionally be a little..."

Sam flushed at the compliment, and almost missed Martyn's final comment as a result. Almost.

: "Ah. Uh, heh, sorry about that. These drums are designed to be heard in the middle of some pretty serious battles, where clashing metal and screams and magic going off can drown out a lot of sound. I know we get into some pretty hectic fights, but I guess they don't really need to be played at full volume..."

[GiglameshDespair]

"Dumbass still gets 'is ass kicked. Everyone 'o ain't a moron knows to go for th' 'ealer first."
Roux raised an eyebrow when Sharne refused the drink, then shrugged and took it. She'd survived the worst of Chilcinnean rotgut; this was not the drink to defeat her.
"...E's a good guy, though. Wants to 'elp others an' all that crap. Coulda 'ad a cushy life in that monkery o' 'is. Dumbass."
She downed another.

[Swordstar]

"Almost sounds like you like him or something. Or at least are closer than just a bodyguard..."

[Aliemma]

Finally, here were some deals! The basic stuff was always good to have; there were no good deals on bows, though... Then again, she was the only bow person they had... It couldn't be that hard of a weapon. Then again, she thought that lances were unwieldy, and they had 3 people using them.

Good as the deals may be, this wasn't quite what she was looking for. Let's find a spearsmith!

[Lucus Casius]

Martyn almost missed her response beneath the drum-inflicted tinnitus.  Almost.

  "Well, it should be fine.  Just be careful not to play too closely to someone's ears."

  "Though, that does remind me.  Your magic only works at close range, doesn't it?  Do you have any idea why that is?"

[Sirus]

Sam shrugged helplessly.

: "Marty, I don't even know for sure how I got this magic in the first place, and the Izzarran Mage's Guild isn't exactly in operation anymore. Maybe there's a scholar somewhere on the continent that'd know, but we don't exactly have time to go hunting for one."

: "I will take it easy on the drumming, though. I've been more into singing lately anyway; it feels a little more powerful than just playing instruments, but that might just be in my head. Unless you noticed anything?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

Farra found a shop selling spears and lances next to an armorer specializing in barding. He was another Aneccan native, dressed in light, understated colors with a few pieces of leather armor. "Well met. You'll not find better quality polearms in the whole of the bazaar."

Spoiler: Altol's (click to show/hide)

Iron Lance: 550
Iron Javelin: 600
Iron Halberd: 700
Iron Pike: 750
Steel Lance: 900
Heavy Lance: 1000
Axereaver: 1200
Steel Javelin: 950
Short Spear: 1200
Steel Halberd: 1000
Glaive: 1200
Dragon Spear: 1500